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Hello, my name is Mylene.

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Monday, March 21, 2011
All you people who love food should really go check out http://eat-all-you-can.tumblr.com; it's like food porn max on that website haha.

And speaking of people who love food, this reminded me of something that happened over the weekend. I won't divulge details, but I want to say this: To all you people who have small appetites and are in the (rather annoying) habit of picking at your meal and finding it customary to leave pieces of food on your plate after each meal, please shut your fucking mouth up whenever you dine with someone who can finish her burger and chips and stop going on about how big the portions are (when "big portion" is clearly a relative thing) and how fucking AMAZED you are that she can actually finish the whole damn plate. What the hell are you trying to prove with your stupid tirade?!! Yah, you are a skinny bitch, I'm the fat chick cause I have a big appetite. That bitch totally ruined what would otherwise have been a lovely night out in town grrr.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I love using the handicapped toilets, i.e. the toilets meant for handicapped people. Quite apart from the fact that they are almost always cleaner, bigger (which means you don't have to do some sort of contortionist stunt while reaching for the toilet paper or to flush) and have the sink just right next to the toilet bowl, they are also- for lack of a better word- more PRIVATE. In other words, you can do just about anything and NO ONE (not unless suay suay someone is walking by) KNOWS. You can  pee, shit and fart without having to worry about whether the person in the cubicle next to yours will silently snigger and then tell the whole world later how they "heard the person in the toilet next door fart until damn loud". You can also make a phone call without other people eavesdropping on the conversation, or worse, having to whisper on the phone and having whoever you are talking you know you are in the toilet because of the tell-tale echo all toilets seem to have (and also because you are whispering). And you can even have sex!

LIKE THIS LOL!



There's even space for you to take a photo of you and your unborn child in the toilet!




Oh yeah, handicapped toilets rawwkkk.